Chapter 245 - 245 Kill Two Birds In One Stone

What the f**k with that excuse me? Then, I take a nervous sip of my juice while his displeased eyes still onto me.

"Feng Teng. Listen, my parents don't know about you yet. I haven't told them about your exact relationship with me yet. And if they suddenly got a call tell them that I'll bring back their son-in-law. How do you think that they will react?" I silently beg for him to be reasonable.

And I've seen his current face plenty of times and it always has shown me that he won't budge from his decision.

"They will be okay. Let go meet them first and telling them this our good news slowly. And I don't think we should extend our secret marriage for them longer. They should know that and I already told my grandfather about us. He told me to bring you home this weekend," He says firmly.

Hell! Seriously?

Meeting his grandfather this weekend? And the thought of introducing him to my parents have already filled me with dread disaster, and what the fact that we had already got married?  

NO! His suggestion of telling them that their daughter has gotten married that…that could give them a direct heart attack instantly. Especially my daddy already had a weak heart.

Slowly, I wilt under his fierce gaze, but I have to hold my own here.

"Can't not being so unreasonable like this?" I protest quietly.

We shouldn't take this matter very easily. I take another bite of my toast and soak up the resentment emanating from my powerful man right now.

"Babe. Do you love me?" he asks sharply.

I look at him with narrowed eyes.

"Don't ask stupid questions," I scowl at him.

Feng Teng…He's impossible sometimes.

" Good then," he grunts with utter finality, returning his attention to his laptop.

"I love you too. So we are going to meet your parent next week and hold our wedding in a month," He demands.

Oh Shit! I drop my toast in exasperation.

"Please no! We won't hold the wedding in a month. That's impossible! Stop being unreasonable Feng Teng," I get up from my chair and pour the leftover on my plate to the bin to get rid of my half-eaten breakfast.

Right now! I've completely lost my appetite.

"Be good. Get back here," he growls to my back.

Then I was swinging around to face him, finding the fierceness is back.

What's wrong with waiting?

As we are already married anyway. Just a slow approaching and talk to tell my parent about us, that should require a few months for them to digest and accept it.

"No," I toss at him.

His eyes widen.

"I won't back down about this," I'm standing my ground here.

Start as you mean to go on and all that. I'm not very confident, admittedly, but I'll try my hardest to fight him on this.

"Can you tolerate this? Come back here, we need to discuss. If not…" His face screws up and his lips press into a straight line as he pins me with his glare.

"Three!" He starts to count.

"F**K! NO!" I laugh.

"Don't even think about it!" Then I start scanning the kitchen to find my escape route, but with him nearer the exit than me, I'm deadly facing an easy capture.

"Two," He gets up and brushes his hands off.

"No! NEVER!" I scream.

"One," He finishes it off.

"NO! Don't you dare! F**K off!"  I scorn myself for my bad language, which has probably just heightened his annoyance.

Swearing and defying him? Not a good combination.

"Watch your words, my lady," he barks.

"Game over!" He starts making his way around the stool to me, and I instinctively start circling the other way.

"Be good. Come to me," He grinds the words out, stopping briefly before he starts coming at me from the other direction.

And I ensure I remain on the other side of the stool from him.

"No, what's the rush? We are already married anyway, in the paper," I try to reason with him.

But I know as soon as he has me in his potent grasp, I'm screwed.

"Damn right you're not. Why are you don't want to tell them anyway?" He continues calmly coming at me.

"It's not like I don't want to tell them. Just they need time to be prepare before having a bombarded new and hold a wedding in a month that ridiculous ever!"

"That's our wedding, not a ridiculous thing!" He thrusts his body forward threateningly, and I dive in the opposite direction.

"Stop your escaping. You know it makes me crazy mad," He growls.

"Stop  being unreasonable then!" I almost laugh when he suddenly changes direction and I dive off the other way.

"Wifey!" He yells.

"Yes, husband!" I mock, weighing up the likelihood of making it through the arch and up the stairs before he catches me.

But I don't get my chances at all.

SHIT!

"NOW!" he yells and starts sprinting towards me.

Immediately I screech and dart off towards the archway even I know I'll never make it up the stairs, instead, I turn into the gym room and try to shut the glass door.

But he's up against the other side, pushing against me, but I know he's holding back so he won't hurt me. He could push me off my feet with a flick of his little finger.

"Release the door, Wei Lin," he yells.

"What are you going to do then?" I ask back.

He immediately lets up on the pressure and looks at me through the glass with slight concern etched on his face.

"Urm…What do you think I'm will to do?" He mocks.

"How do I know that?" I lie.

Truthfully, I know exactly what he will do. As usual, he's going to hit me with a sense of reminder which I will agree willingly in no matter of time.

So my busy hands pushing up against the door prevent my fingers from delving into my hair. His trepidation seems to intensify and the pressure on the door lessens further.

Then I take advantage and slam it shut, flipping the lock.

His mouth drops open.

"You didn't just do that. Do you?" He tries the handle of the door and I step back.

"Babe, be good. So open this f**king door!" he orders.

I shake my head to him and his bare chest starts heaving violently.

"Wifey, you know do how it makes me feel if I can't lay my hands on you in second. So be good, open the door," He warns.

"No, unless you tell me we can discuss my parent meeting and tolerate about the wedding banquet date," I said factly.

"Okay, okay. Yes, we will," He tries the handle again and the door shakes.

"Babe, please, open the door now," he pleads.

"Not yet. Promise me that you won't be telling me how it's going to be anymore and we will discussing reasonable with a fair and square. And you sure haven't  had a relationship before, have you?" I shoot back.

"NO. I've told you this before," He said.

"So now I can tell that you are shit at it," I claim the fact of him.

Then his anxious, eyes flip to mine.

"But it won't change the fact I love you," he says softly like that explains everything.

"Please, open the door, my beautiful wife. Please?" He pleads gently.

"Shoot, promise me or not?"  I ask.

So I've never had this power over him and I know how much he hates not being able to hold to me as he wishes and this is taking advantage of his weakness, but it's the only weakness I know, so if I have to use it, then I will, especially for something of this magnitude.

His teeth are going ten to the dozen on his bottom lip as he mulls over my demand.

He sighs.

"Yes, my queen. I promise. Now open the door,"  He grasps the handle, but then I think of something else, something that will have cause for another countdown later.

Why not, I may as well kill two birds with one stone.